Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1887-12-31

BREAKFAST IN CALIFORNIA.
A Buckeye Sizing Up Texas Against the
Golden State.


John F. Markwitb, of Arcanum, Q ,
bought ticket in Chicago on the 14th OF
December for Portland, Or, via New Or
leans. His object was to get the benefit of
the southern climate as well as the worth
of his money. He had no idea of the mag
| nitude of Texas, and when he got out of
| the Lone Tree State he felt happy. When
| he reached Pilot Knob he said !: THANK
| God I'm in California at last, and soon my
Journey will be ended"
| II was told however, that the last spike
| had not yet been driven on the "Oregon
line" but that possibly he could get
through. He replied Il don't care =
how much am delayed from this on.
am only too glad to get out of Texas"
He took supper at Pilot Knob, and awoke
! next morning at San Bernardino He fell
in love with the country thereabouts and
enjoyed the ride hugely to Los Angeles,
where he took dinner. After six hours
ride he heard the call to supper, and said,
"What place is this ?"
He was told that it was Mojave, Califor-
MIA. Gee whiz, are we still in California;"
A reply was given him in the affirmative
When he was awakened for breakfast he
said, as this Portland2" NO" said
the brakeman, this Goshen, California"
"Well, by thunder" was all he said.
hl'ti lnr tIdiu Dllleu Out anu
Mr. Markwith was seen looking out of one
side of the car and then the other. At
every station he would ask whether Oregon
had yet been reached. When told he was
still in California, he would try to sleep,
but he couldn't.
When dinner was announced, he asked
Where are WEI" "Merced, California"
replied the wheel twister.
" don't want any dinner, Pm SICK"
said the Buckeye,
When the train reached the capital city,
the brakeman yelled out" Sacramento,
twenty minutes for supper"
Sacramento! Sacramento Where's
Sacramento" asked the gaunt-eyed man
of the East.
why, Sacramento is the Capital of Cali
fornia-don't you know ?" said the passen-
ger behind him, and you're right in The
middle of the State"
"Ye Gods !" was all he said
But Mr.. Markwith went out and got q
cup of coffee and some doughnuts and re-
turned to his seat.
About 10 o'clock he went TO sleep, and
when he awoke the train was four miles
emerged from the car and said to the ex-
press agent:
whats the name OF this town."
His reply to this was: This is Red Bluff,
California, sir"
Mr.. Markwith said not another word, but
went in and ate big breakfast. AS he
came out he lighted cigar and took seat
in the smoker
During the next five hours he was rather
quiet and asked few questions. When the
train reached Hazel creek he got out and
said: By Guye, we're in Oregon, for there
is Mount Hood"
mo, sir" said man on the platform,
" that is Mount Shasta, California"
well, by the external jumping Jehosa-
plat, I'm on the wrong road, and why in
thunder and lightnin' didn't the conductor
tell me so? Here I've rode 900 miles in
the wrong direction. and somebody's got to
pay for it."
Quite a crowd gathered around Mr..
Markwith as he warmed up to his work of
'cussing." When his ardor had cooled off,
Conductor Rose approached him and said:
Now, my good man, If you will just keep
your shirt on fer awhile l will promise
you that you shall eat your dinner in Ore
gon. The trouble with you has been that
you have been comparing Texas with Cali
fornia; but let me apprise you that here
after you should never mention these two
States on the same day. 1t will be easy for
you to forget Texas, but no man ever for
gets California
Mr.. Markwith was peaceful at his third
breakfast in California, and we trust by
this time is happy among his friends in
Oregon. Chico Enterprise